Thirtey days hath November

One key to happiness is trying to be content with what you have. So often we end up wanting - not necessarily something more, but something different. Today I was picking my daughter up from preschool and met a friend of mine, a mother to one of my daughter's classmates. We had a few words about my current work situation (started a new one today) and she uttered "Your work is so much more exciting than mine is!" I was a bit amazed, those could have been words of my own.

Last summer I spent time with another friend of mine, one who's just renovating an adorable old wooden house with his husband. If I had a habit of being jealous, I surely would have been, the house is going to be awesome. But then again, we started to discuss all the work it needs in order to be finished someday - and that, still, is just a starting point. It takes a lot of effort to just take care of such a house. I, on the other side, am living in a row house and my friend said that quite often she wishes to sell the house and move into something simpler, my flat in a row house would suit her needs just fine.

So, why is it, that it is so difficult to be happy with what you are and what you have? I had quite an interesting first day at work. I'm having a cup of tea and relaxing, there's nothing urgent to be done today any more, just some hanging around with the children, taking care of the evening routines and then, there's a good book waiting for me and then a good night's sleep. No matter what I changed in my life, the change could not be very much for the better. Because always, if you alter something, you end up tweaking things that you didn't expect to at the some time.